Sunday, June 19, 2016

I am a fan but I hate you

I watched you enter a league of professionals. You were truly one of a kind. It was fun watching you dominate a league of men, when you were only a teenager.

Then something changed. You wanted more. And by wanting more, you got less from me. I stopped cheering for you. You are the best. But you're also a whiner.

Nobody likes a whiner.

I love talent. And when I see it, I drool over it. It's awesome to watch.

And you have it in spades.

But man, I hate you now. I can't explain it. I cheer against you.

History doesn't deserve your greatness. Despite it all, you're not only the best of a generation, you may be the best of all time. But I still hate you.

Whiner, go back to South Beach. Cleveland doesn't need you. They deserve better. I hope they get a title one day but not when you're there.

Your return to your hometown was a public relations move and I hated it the day you decided to come home. As you try to rebrand yourself, I know you for who you really are.

Whiner.

Splash, splash.  Let's go Warriors.


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